Knuckles brush against my lower back.
Pain, dragging me up and into my tip toes.
"And what do we have here?"
Your cool, sharp tone sends shivers down my spine.
"Who told you that you were allowed to wear big kid undies?"
I whimper, a deep blush blossoming on my face as you tug harder on the waistband of my cotton undies.
I stutter out, grasping for an answer that's not there.
I jump, as much as I can already standing on my tiptoes, when I feel a hard swat fall on my backside.
I immediately regret the action, my movement only serving to wedge my underwear deeper between my cheeks.
"That wasn't an answer," you bark, punctuating your smack, "I asked you: Who said you were allowed to wear big kid undies today?"
You tug up hard on the waistband of my undies, torturing me further for my failure to comply with your demands promptly.
"I... I did," I manage to sputter out between groans and whimpers.
Heat grows in my lower abdomen as I can feel disapproval radiating off of you behind me.
Why does your manhandling and bullying turn me on so much?
"Oh?" You growl, weakening your grip on my undergarments and allowing me to gather myself for a moment, "You decided, did you? I didn't think that was a choice you were allowed to make."
You release me completely, allowing me to reach for my backside to pick my cotton undies out of my cheeks as I spin to face you.
I immediately regret turning when you place your hands on my chest, shoving me to the ground before I know what's going on.
Once I'm on the floor, spread-legged, you press a foot to my crotch, pinning me in place.
The physical contact causes a wave of pleasure to radiate through me. I let out a small, pathetic moan, revealing my aroused state and causing a smirk to blossom on your face.
"You know?" You purr, putting more pressure between my legs, "Now that I think about it, you definitely are not allowed to choose what sort of undies you wear."
I whimper again as you increase the pressure on my groin further, turning the sensation from pleasure to pain.
"I'm going to have to punish you for that," you chirp merrily as I squirm under your weight, "Now, show me what a good little baby you are and wet yourself for me, or your punishment is going to be worse."
A low, guttural whine escapes my throat as I feel my blush spread to my whole body.
I'm completely under your control, and we both know it.
It only takes a moment until warm, hot piss fills and overflows the seemingly mature underwear I put on this morning.
Your laugh is confident, powerful, and demeaning.
"Such a pathetic little thing, aren't you?" You say through guffaws, "And you thought you could decide if you wore underwear or not?"
I whimper as a puddle begins to form under my ass.
"Good thing I packed your diaper bag today, isn't it?" You ask rhetorically, removing your foot from my nethers and fully exposing my shame.
"Now, you stay right there, while I go get you a big, thick diaper, so that adorable little tush can get back exactly to where it belongs."
